Excellent, a "Yes I'm pumped" was enough!
Xiga seems out of it, so that leaves Estelly, Dlay and Suppy, I think.
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I need to be stopped.
My TES Archive, about a dozen Argonians live rent free in my head. Posts at least once every day at 6pm (AEDT): conversations, quotes, letters, excerpts.
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My TES Archive, about a dozen Argonians live rent free in my head. Posts at least once every day at 6pm (AEDT): conversations, quotes, letters, excerpts.
Stops and Bloodies, my beloved
I've published an origin story for Bloodies, if it pleases you.
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Seems legit. I think we might pick up the pace soon. I have my School Formal on Thursday, then after that I'm a man with free time on his hands. Which I would like to wash off in the blood of roleplaying.
So, head count, who's pumped for more False King?
So, head count, who's pumped for more False King?
I think we'll take a bit of a break until December or January. Will you guys be free around then?
Estylwen said
So who wants to post next? >w> And is Dlay still with us?
Anyone is free to post. Once weekend hits, I'm sure Suppy will make his post. As for Dlay, I haven't contacted him about it. :c
Date - 16th Dawn's Light (April), Year 547 of the 2nd Era
Time - 6:14 AM, Middas, Morning
Location - Province of Ravenfell, Capital-City of Arthroyeaux, Royal Court of Arthroyeaux
The storm from the east passed over Arthroyeaux swiftly as it has come, going by mostly unnoticed in the early hours of the morning. There were no thunderclouds to be seen well by the time the sun rose. The first rays of dawn lit the skies and cast long shadows from buildings and trees all over. The palace guard had continued to patrol the castle at all hours and maintaining their perpetual pattern of security.
The nobles would not wake for a while yet, aside from the early birds. Damien, on the other hand, was more than awake at this time. He was already up and dressed for the new day to begin. This was routine rather than sudden happening, as Damien enjoyed having as much time to think and ponder. He did not fancy waiting in court in the morning and afternoon to address the concerns of nobles outside of court.
However, Middas was one of three days each week that the courts opened for the citizens to visit their lords the Barons and Baronets. In Damien’s case, it was the upper class citizens who came to the palace to visit him, and either complain about ridiculous levies or horrible living conditions. It was annoying, but Damien couldn’t possibly organize for all the complaining nobles to be assassinated.
Actually, I could. However, they provide too much income and ‘loyalty’ for me to viably consider having them all killed. Damien noted in his mind. He shrugged and turned away from his window, having satisfied his time of thought and viewing of the capital. He then made his way around the palace to sort a few affairs before breakfast.
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Date - 16th Dawn's Light (April), Year 547 of the 2nd Era
Time - 6:18 AM, Middas, Morning
Location - Province of Ravenfell, Capital-City of Arthroyeaux, The Loving Rose
Rays of sunlight streamed through the window and through cracks between curtains, striking across the bed of lovers on the second floor of the inn. There, a brutish orc warrior lay naked beneath the sheets, snoring loudly like any orc would. Beside the warrior, was an Argonian masseur, also void of clothes and lied upon his side upon rich bed sheets. His tail was curled over the snoring orc warrior, as the Argonian wide awake held his head aloft with his hand and stared at the window. He took deep and satisfied breaths, pleased that he could sleep enough regardless of the orc’s loud sleeping noise.
The Argonian then got out of bed gently, so not to rouse the orc warrior. He watched the sleeping orc as he moved around the room, careful not to trip over any bits of armour carelessly tossed aside during moments of passion. The masseur then found the orc’s coinpurse and other valuables, choosing to help himself to some ‘tips’ that the orc could not possibly miss. When the masseur was done, he moved over to the curtains and drew them wide open. Light flooded the room, but the orc still did not wake from his slumber.
The masseur said nothing, but wandered over again to the orc’s side. The Argonian then laid there beside him once more, facing his lover of the morning and tracing his cold fingertip across the warrior’s broad shoulders.
“Wakey, wakey, my orc warhorse.” The Argonian playfully crooned, and the orc shivered slightly, waking a little to the voice of the masseur.
“Uuungh… Wha—Flicks?” He groaned loudly. The Argonian nodded with a smile, and sprawled himself gently over the orc’s chest.
“Yes, Flicks-His-Tail is still here with his orc warhorse.” The Argonian reassured sweetly, and waited for his lover to be able to get out of bed.
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Date - 16th Dawn's Light (April), Year 547 of the 2nd Era
Time - 6:30 AM, Middas, Morning
Location - Province of Ravenfell, City of Marceilles, Dancing Plate Inn
Lamont awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. He shook his head as he felt under his pillow, feeling satisfied upon touching what the rapier in its leather coverings was. He pulled it out as he sat up in bed, yawning a little and getting up slowly.
“This doesn’t compare at all to the bed at home…” He murmured groggily, before wandering over to the wash bucket.
Lamont doused his face with water and rubbed it clean, before shaking his head free of the droplets. He looked into the mirror on the wall, thinking about how he was going to approach the baron. He tilted his head, and then smiled charmingly.
“My name is Lamont DuFairre, son of the true king—“ Lamont then dropped the smile as his lips curled. “No, that won’t do…” He scolded himself. He then closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again to a Lamont with a look of confidence. “I am Lamont DuFairre, the true heir to the Ravenfellan throne!” Lamont announced to himself. He stood there for a few moments, staring at himself, before sighing and dropping the confidence he held. “This is going to be a little harder to get across than I thought…” Lamont remarked. He then shook his head and started washing up. He aimed to make himself presentable to court, since it was the day court was open for those with concerns.
Time - 6:14 AM, Middas, Morning
Location - Province of Ravenfell, Capital-City of Arthroyeaux, Royal Court of Arthroyeaux
The storm from the east passed over Arthroyeaux swiftly as it has come, going by mostly unnoticed in the early hours of the morning. There were no thunderclouds to be seen well by the time the sun rose. The first rays of dawn lit the skies and cast long shadows from buildings and trees all over. The palace guard had continued to patrol the castle at all hours and maintaining their perpetual pattern of security.
The nobles would not wake for a while yet, aside from the early birds. Damien, on the other hand, was more than awake at this time. He was already up and dressed for the new day to begin. This was routine rather than sudden happening, as Damien enjoyed having as much time to think and ponder. He did not fancy waiting in court in the morning and afternoon to address the concerns of nobles outside of court.
However, Middas was one of three days each week that the courts opened for the citizens to visit their lords the Barons and Baronets. In Damien’s case, it was the upper class citizens who came to the palace to visit him, and either complain about ridiculous levies or horrible living conditions. It was annoying, but Damien couldn’t possibly organize for all the complaining nobles to be assassinated.
Actually, I could. However, they provide too much income and ‘loyalty’ for me to viably consider having them all killed. Damien noted in his mind. He shrugged and turned away from his window, having satisfied his time of thought and viewing of the capital. He then made his way around the palace to sort a few affairs before breakfast.
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Date - 16th Dawn's Light (April), Year 547 of the 2nd Era
Time - 6:18 AM, Middas, Morning
Location - Province of Ravenfell, Capital-City of Arthroyeaux, The Loving Rose
Rays of sunlight streamed through the window and through cracks between curtains, striking across the bed of lovers on the second floor of the inn. There, a brutish orc warrior lay naked beneath the sheets, snoring loudly like any orc would. Beside the warrior, was an Argonian masseur, also void of clothes and lied upon his side upon rich bed sheets. His tail was curled over the snoring orc warrior, as the Argonian wide awake held his head aloft with his hand and stared at the window. He took deep and satisfied breaths, pleased that he could sleep enough regardless of the orc’s loud sleeping noise.
The Argonian then got out of bed gently, so not to rouse the orc warrior. He watched the sleeping orc as he moved around the room, careful not to trip over any bits of armour carelessly tossed aside during moments of passion. The masseur then found the orc’s coinpurse and other valuables, choosing to help himself to some ‘tips’ that the orc could not possibly miss. When the masseur was done, he moved over to the curtains and drew them wide open. Light flooded the room, but the orc still did not wake from his slumber.
The masseur said nothing, but wandered over again to the orc’s side. The Argonian then laid there beside him once more, facing his lover of the morning and tracing his cold fingertip across the warrior’s broad shoulders.
“Wakey, wakey, my orc warhorse.” The Argonian playfully crooned, and the orc shivered slightly, waking a little to the voice of the masseur.
“Uuungh… Wha—Flicks?” He groaned loudly. The Argonian nodded with a smile, and sprawled himself gently over the orc’s chest.
“Yes, Flicks-His-Tail is still here with his orc warhorse.” The Argonian reassured sweetly, and waited for his lover to be able to get out of bed.
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Date - 16th Dawn's Light (April), Year 547 of the 2nd Era
Time - 6:30 AM, Middas, Morning
Location - Province of Ravenfell, City of Marceilles, Dancing Plate Inn
Lamont awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. He shook his head as he felt under his pillow, feeling satisfied upon touching what the rapier in its leather coverings was. He pulled it out as he sat up in bed, yawning a little and getting up slowly.
“This doesn’t compare at all to the bed at home…” He murmured groggily, before wandering over to the wash bucket.
Lamont doused his face with water and rubbed it clean, before shaking his head free of the droplets. He looked into the mirror on the wall, thinking about how he was going to approach the baron. He tilted his head, and then smiled charmingly.
“My name is Lamont DuFairre, son of the true king—“ Lamont then dropped the smile as his lips curled. “No, that won’t do…” He scolded himself. He then closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again to a Lamont with a look of confidence. “I am Lamont DuFairre, the true heir to the Ravenfellan throne!” Lamont announced to himself. He stood there for a few moments, staring at himself, before sighing and dropping the confidence he held. “This is going to be a little harder to get across than I thought…” Lamont remarked. He then shook his head and started washing up. He aimed to make himself presentable to court, since it was the day court was open for those with concerns.
Going to have to clarify that even though it may have been called a castle, the Royal Court of Arthroyeaux is in a palace. Although, might be able resort something out now.
Sarpedon said
I'm not done. me and xigxig are still murdering the fuck out of bitches. pop pop pop, watchin' all the crazy winged people drop!
Now with you and Xiga, I wasn't sure if it was daytime or nighttime. Either way, I assumed you guys were out of sync with us.
Could just make it you're already at midday of the same day.
Ladies and Gentleman, we're finally here!
I jest.
No, but seriously, with Suppy's last post, we're finally able to hit Day 2 of Plots and Schemes with your host, Damien DuRant! Isn't this exciting?
So, plan is: I post, make Timeskip to morning official, and you guys start plotting away. Get your posts ready, little puppets!
As far as I know, the character workings will be like this:
Lamont and Phillip
Evelyn and Kester
Lucius and Damien
Mirabelle and... Lucius, I guess?
Tikki and Gram
Devlin and Flicks-His-Tail
Any questions? Speak now or forever hold onto your niggling curiosities for all eternity!
I jest.
No, but seriously, with Suppy's last post, we're finally able to hit Day 2 of Plots and Schemes with your host, Damien DuRant! Isn't this exciting?
So, plan is: I post, make Timeskip to morning official, and you guys start plotting away. Get your posts ready, little puppets!
As far as I know, the character workings will be like this:
Lamont and Phillip
Evelyn and Kester
Lucius and Damien
Mirabelle and... Lucius, I guess?
Tikki and Gram
Devlin and Flicks-His-Tail
Any questions? Speak now or forever hold onto your niggling curiosities for all eternity!
The many courtiers and nobles staying at the castle were rudely awoken by the state of uproar the guards were in. Heads poked out of doors systematically along the corridors as the guards ran through and shouted to each other.
"What's going on...?" The songstress asked when she looked out. The guard captain stopped and bowed his head.
"Apologies, mi'lady. There is a rogue running loose in the castle. The guards have been ordered by our liege to hunt them down." He clarified. And just like speaking of the Daeva, King Damien swept through the corridors himself, aided by his personal royal guards. Upon seeing him, the guard captain stiffened to attention like a saluting statue. Damien did not look pleased, and the look demonstrated it.
The king saw how the guards were still searching frantically, and he turned to his guard captain.
"This-- Is an embarrassment." Damien remarked coldly to the captain. "I am only mildly disappointed now, seeing your men have not found the rogue." He began softly. "So I want you to imagine where you will be when I am very disappointed that you have not only failed to bring the rogue before me, but also allowed more slip-ups in security." Damien coldly described the severity of the issue to his guard captain. He brought his face up to his with the full bear of the King's gorgon-like gaze. "Double. The efforts. And then double the security. I will not witness another foolish chase like this, for your sakes." Damien put simply.
The guard captain could not be any stiller, as though even his breath and pulse had ceased for a moment.
"Y-Yes... Sire." He barely managed. The king said nothing more and then withdrew. The guard captain broke for breath as Damien looked at all the nobles.
"Back to bed, all of you!" He commanded. The courtiers and nobles begrudgingly obeyed. "I want my royal guards on duty around my quarters until dawn comes. I will not have this rogue take my life tonight if that is the case." Damien relayed to his personal guards, who nodded silently and followed their liege. The rest of the guards continued to search the castle, well into the early hours of the morning, before finally giving room for rest and laying down their torches in admitted failure to catch the rogue.
"What's going on...?" The songstress asked when she looked out. The guard captain stopped and bowed his head.
"Apologies, mi'lady. There is a rogue running loose in the castle. The guards have been ordered by our liege to hunt them down." He clarified. And just like speaking of the Daeva, King Damien swept through the corridors himself, aided by his personal royal guards. Upon seeing him, the guard captain stiffened to attention like a saluting statue. Damien did not look pleased, and the look demonstrated it.
The king saw how the guards were still searching frantically, and he turned to his guard captain.
"This-- Is an embarrassment." Damien remarked coldly to the captain. "I am only mildly disappointed now, seeing your men have not found the rogue." He began softly. "So I want you to imagine where you will be when I am very disappointed that you have not only failed to bring the rogue before me, but also allowed more slip-ups in security." Damien coldly described the severity of the issue to his guard captain. He brought his face up to his with the full bear of the King's gorgon-like gaze. "Double. The efforts. And then double the security. I will not witness another foolish chase like this, for your sakes." Damien put simply.
The guard captain could not be any stiller, as though even his breath and pulse had ceased for a moment.
"Y-Yes... Sire." He barely managed. The king said nothing more and then withdrew. The guard captain broke for breath as Damien looked at all the nobles.
"Back to bed, all of you!" He commanded. The courtiers and nobles begrudgingly obeyed. "I want my royal guards on duty around my quarters until dawn comes. I will not have this rogue take my life tonight if that is the case." Damien relayed to his personal guards, who nodded silently and followed their liege. The rest of the guards continued to search the castle, well into the early hours of the morning, before finally giving room for rest and laying down their torches in admitted failure to catch the rogue.
When the guards entered hastily, the intruder left just as quickly. In a cloud of smoke, a few of the guards plunged in to pursue the intruder, and Damien's brow furrowed. A few moments later, they returned grumbling, and Damien walked out of the library. His attache followed him, but Damien looked his guards dead in the eye.
"Keep searching! Level each floor quickly and seal off the lower floors. Find that intruder!" Damien ordered, and his guards saluted. They relayed his orders to the other guards, and the rest of the men began to disperse from floor to floor. Damien saw himself out to ascend to the upper floors. Throughout the castle, the guards moved quickly, scouring every inch and shadow of the hallways with their torches and open eyes.
"Keep searching! Level each floor quickly and seal off the lower floors. Find that intruder!" Damien ordered, and his guards saluted. They relayed his orders to the other guards, and the rest of the men began to disperse from floor to floor. Damien saw himself out to ascend to the upper floors. Throughout the castle, the guards moved quickly, scouring every inch and shadow of the hallways with their torches and open eyes.
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